“I never thought of that,” admitted Mr. Boise. “He may do so. Still, it is too late now. We will go to your house. I want to have a talk with Mrs. Sandow.”
“And I’d like to meet that rascally husband of hers,” added the doctor grimly. “I’ll have something to say to him.”
“I fancy Mrs. Sandow is as guilty as her husband,” went on Mr. Boise. “She knew of your wealth, and probably suggested to him that they try to secure control of it. Well, they very nearly succeeded. But we are getting near your home, are we not, Dr. Spidderkins?”
“Yes; we’ll get out at the next corner.”
They alighted and turned up the long walk to the house.
“Now, if you haven’t forgotten your key, we can get in without ringing the bell,” said the lawyer.
Dr. Spidderkins began to search through his various pockets.
“There!” he exclaimed. “There’s that letter I forgot to mail. It’s about some choice books, too. Bless my soul, but I am getting forgetful. Let’s see, what was it I was looking for?”
“Your key,” replied Tom.
“Oh, yes. Well, this must be it. For a wonder I didn’t forget to bring it.”